HBWMA -Chapter 81 What Does He Like About Her?

VIP ward.

Shen Guiling lay in a blue-and-white hospital gown, staring blankly at the IV drip as it fell drop by drop above his head.

“How are you even a father? Your son has a seafood allergy and you didn’t even know? If it weren’t for his luck, do you realize how serious the consequences would’ve been?” Outside in the corridor, the old master’s scolding voice rang out intermittently as he reprimanded Shen Qian.

Before long, the door was pushed open from outside, and the old master walked in with a dark expression.

“Grandpa.” Shen Guiling coughed lightly and struggled to prop himself up.

Shen Zhuang’s face had originally been grim, but the moment he saw Shen Guiling awake, his eyes lit up. He hurried forward and stopped him.

“Lie down. You’re still very weak right now.”

Shen Guiling glanced around the room, a trace of guilt in his eyes. “Grandpa, I’m sorry. I caused you trouble.”

At that moment, Shen Qian happened to walk in. Seeing that Shen Guiling had woken up, his expression also brightened.

“A-Ling, you’re finally awake. You nearly scared us to death.”

Shen Guiling lowered his gaze. “Sorry for worrying everyone.”

Shen Zhuang frowned. “If you don’t know what to say, then don’t say anything. The child just woke up—why are you telling him this?”

Shen Qian looked embarrassed and stepped back obediently.

In order to temper the endurance and independence of his grandsons, Shen Zhuang had specially instructed Zheng Song to design a survival training program.

Considering that Shen Guiling and Shen Qingyu were still children, Zheng Song had lowered the difficulty and allowed them to carry canned food to ensure sufficient energy.

But no one expected that all the canned food prepared for Shen Guiling by Zhao Ping was seafood-based.

In order to complete the mission, Shen Guiling endured for three days. In the end, he could no longer hold on and collapsed unconscious.

If Shen Qingyu hadn’t discovered him in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Now thinking about it, Shen Zhuang still felt a lingering fear.

“You child, you nearly scared your grandfather to death. Why didn’t you say you were allergic to seafood? And that Zhao Ping—how did he take care of things? How did he happen to prepare seafood cans for A-Ling?”

Shen Guiling glanced faintly at Shen Qian and said calmly, “Grandpa, Manager Zhao didn’t know I was allergic to seafood. You can’t blame him for this.”

Shen Zhuang shook his head. “If you don’t tell him, how would he know? A manager doing his job like that is negligence. Don’t speak up for him anymore. When Shen Zhi returns, I’ll have him pick you a more responsible one.”

“Grandpa…”

Shen Guiling tried to argue further, but Shen Qian quickly cut in, afraid he might say something that would expose the truth.

“A-Ling, you just woke up and need rest. Let’s follow Grandpa’s decision.”

As he spoke, he also shot Shen Guiling a subtle look.

Although they had lost the Zhao Ping piece of the chessboard, they had successfully stopped the old master from going to pick up Shen Lanxi. For Shen Qian, this outcome was already satisfactory.

Originally, he had worried Shen Guiling wouldn’t be important enough to stop the old master—but now it seemed he had overthought it.

When Shen Guiling was being resuscitated in the operating room, the old master had already scolded everyone harshly and even summoned him back from Nanwan to Bailing just to reprimand him. This showed how much he valued him.

“Old master,” at that moment, Zheng Song walked in with a serious expression. “It’s a call from Steward Shen.”

Shen Zhuang frowned and glanced at him before taking the phone.

“What is it?”

“……”

No one knew what was said on the other end, but Shen Zhuang’s expression suddenly changed. He shot up from his chair, his body swaying unsteadily—if not for Zheng Song and Shen Qian reacting quickly, he would have collapsed to the ground.

“Dad? What happened?”

The old master rarely lost control like this. Something major must have happened.

Could it be…

Shen Qian felt his blood begin to boil.

Shen Guiling slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze dark as he looked at Shen Qian.

Shen Zhuang’s eyes suddenly erupted with the killing aura of someone in a position of power.

“Go find them! If you can’t find them, none of you need to come back!”

With that, he hung up the phone from Shen Zhi.

“Find what?” Shen Qian asked cautiously. “Dad, what exactly happened?”

Shen Guiling also looked worried. “Grandpa, are you alright?”

Shen Zhuang shook his head and slowly sat down with his cane. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“Shen Zhi just called. On the way back, they were attacked in a shooting.”

Shen Qian looked shocked. “Who would be so bold? What kind of grudge do they have against our Shen family? Even targeting two young girls?”

Shen Zhuang said, “Their target wasn’t the girls. It was Lanxi.”

“Lanxi?!” Shen Qian froze. “Old master, what does this have to do with Lanxi? Isn’t he at Qingxu Temple?”

Shen Guiling curled his lips slightly.

Shen Qian truly lived up to his reputation as the so-called “Oscar-winning actor” of A Country’s political world—a hypocrite so skilled that even his own father couldn’t see through him.

Shen Zhuang did not respond.

In fact, long before Shen Lanxi returned from his overseas studies, he had already secretly sent him back to Xiangying. This time, on the surface, he used the excuse of picking up his granddaughter, but in reality, he intended to personally bring his legitimate grandson back.

But to his shock, despite such a carefully arranged plan, the news still leaked. Even worse, it had dragged Shanshan and Sui’er into it.

“Dad!” Shen Qian suddenly reacted, his expression turning serious. “Are you saying Lanxi is also in Xiangying?” Then his gaze froze. “Dad… is something wrong with Lanxi?”

Shen Guiling looked up at Shen Zhuang.

The atmosphere instantly fell into complete silence.

Shen Zhuang shook his head. “It’s not Lanxi. It’s Shanshan and Sui’er.”

“?” Shen Qian froze, truly stunned this time. “Sui’er and Shanshan?”

Wasn’t Shen Qian’s assassination target Shen Lanxi? Shen Guiling’s eyes flickered. “Grandpa, what happened to them?”

Shen Zhuang said, “Sui’er was thrown off a mountain road, and Shanshan jumped down after her to save her.”

“……”

Shen Guiling frowned. He understood the first half of the sentence, but the second half made no sense to him at all.

Why would that short little girl jump down after her?

Upon hearing that Shen Lanxi was safe and sound while the ones in trouble were two irrelevant people, Shen Qian’s good mood immediately faded by half.

But in order not to let Shen Zhuang notice anything, he took out his phone. “Dad, I’ll notify everyone.”

With such a major incident, the useless members of the family indeed needed to be informed.

Shen Zhuang stood up. “A-Ling, rest well. Grandpa will come see you again after I find your two younger sisters.”

Shen Guiling nodded.

Shen Zhuang turned away, his gaze suddenly turning sharp and murderous.

On the Xiangying side.

Shen Lanxi sat in the car. After Shen Zhi finished the call, he asked calmly, “How is it? What did Grandpa say?”

Shen Zhi, sitting in the passenger seat, turned slightly toward him, hesitating to speak.

Shen Lanxi: “Grandpa wants us to go back first?”

Shen Zhi gave an awkward smile. “No… Old Master said that if we can’t find Miss Sui’er and Miss Jiang, then we don’t need to go back either.”

That surprised Shen Lanxi a little. “We?”

Shen Zhi nodded. “Yes… that includes you, Young Master Lanxi.”

“……”

Shen Lanxi was momentarily speechless.

Those assassins’ target was him, so the best solution should have been for them to return to Lian City first, make proper arrangements, and then come back to rescue the others.

Xiangying was only about 300 kilometers from Lingang—less than eight hours round trip. As long as he left, the assassins would likely withdraw, and within those eight hours, Sui’er probably wouldn’t be in any danger.

He had planned everything, but he didn’t expect a certain little maniac among them.

At the thought of Jiang Huashan, Shen Lanxi’s expression darkened.

That little maniac was not only crazy, she had no sense either—delusionally clever.

Did she really think that rolling down along the place where Sui’er fell would let her find her?

Force, weight, and landing direction—every factor would affect the outcome. She didn’t even understand the basics of “you can’t retrieve a sword by marking the boat,” yet she still tried to save someone?

What should have been a search for one person had now escalated into two.

Shen Lanxi hated this kind of situation most—anything slipping out of control made his head ache.

“Young Master Lanxi?”

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Shen Zhi thought he was unhappy and cautiously added, “You might not know this since you’ve been at Qingxu Temple all these years, but Miss Jiang is now the Old Master’s favorite child in the Shen Residence.”

Shen Lanxi raised an eyebrow, finally showing a hint of youthful competitiveness.

“She’s Grandpa’s favorite child? What does Grandpa like about her? Liking how stupid she is? Or how crazy she is? Or how she swears so badly it’s disgusting?”